Rest and recuperation

"Ah!"

"Ah!"

"Ah!"

Along with a miserable scream on the field, one by one, the disciples of the Royal Martial Dao Academy all fell into a pool of blood.

Having lost the guardianship of the golden-robed old man, a half-exalted powerhouse, they were all directly surrounded and killed by the Sword Sect disciples.

But at this time, Ye Feng is blowing off the blood on his fist, silently walked to the place where Lei Wuji died.

Looking at the corpse of Lei Wuji on the ground, Ye Feng silently used the rusty sword to throw out a big pit next to it, and buried Lei Wuji in it.

"Snap!"

Ye Feng will gold-robed old man's skeleton crushed, and then use true essence to his skeleton powder condensed into a white tombstone, inserted in front of Lei Wuji buried in the earth pit.

"Wuji uncle's tomb Ye Feng stay"

On the tombstone, Ye Feng used his sword to carve this line of words.

Then he stood on top of the tombstone, silent for a moment, then turned around and left decisively.

Martial artist cultivation, life and death is unpredictable.

But Lei Wuji's fall, let Ye Feng's heart became a little low.

The next time, Ye Feng did not go anywhere.

He just guarded Lei Wuji's tombstone, sitting there, refining the surging and raging spring of life stored in the veins of his body.

Ye Feng is very clear, although now the ancient ruins have been explored almost.

But wait until the time to go out, will definitely encounter a lot of strong people, it is likely to have a vicious battle.

And now Nangong Ling Tian escaped, Long Zhaotian also did not die, although seriously injured, but the threat is still very big.

So Ye Feng now to use all the time, to constantly improve their strength.

Rumble!

Rumble!

Ye Feng in the depth of cultivation, and constantly stimulate the devouring power of the creation oven, madly and forcibly refining the spring of life in the body.

For Ye Feng, he is now the most important instead of looking for treasures or martial arts.

But to quickly pile up their own cultivation power.

The reason is that he is now a warrior, attacking with the mysterious and incomparable rusty sword, defense with the super powerful devil armor.

Martial arts, his own golden war body, is a very terrifying body of attack and kill, and the Sword Dragon Elephant Fist, spatial rift, etc., which is a very terrifying move.

So now Ye Feng most lacking, or the accumulation of martial heritage.

He wants to use this short calm time, to quickly make up their own cultivation base.

The flame woman looked at the side of Ye Feng guarded the tomb at the same time, but also in such a hard cultivation, she could not help but some amazement.

Although following Ye Feng's time is not long, but the flame woman is to see with his own eyes Ye Feng's supreme talent, absolutely comparable to the top of the Great Yan Dynasty, and even beyond the top of those so-called genius existence.

But even so, Ye Feng still cultivate so hard, not to waste a single moment.

"No wonder he can have such a strong power, cross the stage to kill the enemy, are so easy."

The flame woman is standing beside Ye Feng, but in her heart is secretly thinking about her own small thoughts.

The entire seven days, the Sword Sect disciples are following Ye Feng here to rest and recuperate.

Swish!

This day, suddenly a sound of breaking air came from the distance.

It was Jian Wushuang!

At this time this patriarch's true disciple, one of the three top heavenly pride among the core disciples of the Sword Sect, finally came from a certain direction, with many core disciples of the Sword Sect, rushing towards this direction.

"Senior Uncle Wuji!"

But Jian Wushuang saw Ye Feng next to the tombstone, and the tombstone after the rumble of the small slope of earth the instant, he immediately is the eyes reveal monstrous color of shock and anger.